The sky that was originally shining with the sun suddenly became cloudy, and the sky was like an overturned inkwell, and the black clouds spread quickly, like an upside-down big iron pot, and the darkness was so dark that people couldn't see through.

The entire Han family ancestral hall looked in a mess, with severed limbs and stumps scattered all over the place, a thick smell of blood in the air, and a disgusting aura emanating from the red earth.

Seeing such a tragic situation along the way, Han Feng was filled with grief in his heart, could it be that after he was reborn, he could only watch his family collapse again.

Strength, everything is still strength!

Just as Han Feng was rushing towards the front and trying to find the surviving clansmen, there was a sudden burst of noisy talking, a woman's cry for help, and a man's laughter in a room not far away.

"It's Han Wei's cry for help!"

Hearing this, Han Feng suddenly raised his head and let out a long roar, his eyes erupted with angry fire, his whole body was murderous, his black hair was full of shawls floating without wind, his face and his white clothes were stained with blood, and the whole person looked from afar, like a demon god in the Nine Hells.

And the figure was as light as a wisp of green smoke, and the whole person quickly rushed towards the house where the cry for help was made.

In the blink of an eye, Han Feng had already come to the door of this room, and the scene in the room made Han Feng even more sad and indignant!

Four black-clothed men were pressing the ragged Han Wei on a square classical octagonal tea table in the room, and there were more than thirty black-clothed men with obscene expressions and disheveled clothes standing around them, constantly emitting harsh and ugly obscenities from their mouths.

At this time, the floor of the room was already lying all over the body of the Han family's maids in rags, with their lower bodies*, and their expressions were full of fear and unwillingness.

Standing at the front of the tea table, a man in black with a look of impatience on his face, presumably the captain or leader of these men in black, he took off his clothes while saying ugly and provocative words to Han Wei, who was pressed on the tea table and constantly struggling.

"Look at you are only twelve or thirteen years old, and your breasts have developed like this! If I don't taste it well today, it will be a terrible thing. Don't struggle, anyway, the Han family can't survive today, you can wait for us at this time, your blessing at that time, if you can serve us well, we will let you live, anyway, you will be played with by men sooner or later!"

"Poof, you brutes, you're going to get your due!"

Hearing this, Han Wei couldn't help but squirt a mouthful of saliva at the man in black, screaming in despair, tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Oh! I'm still a martyr! I like it!"

When Han Feng saw the scene in front of him, he was even more angry, a strong killing intent rushed into the sky, he couldn't bear it anymore, and quickly rushed into the room with a sword in his hand.

After killing the four black-clothed people with the power of thunder, Han Feng quickly hugged Han Wei who was lying on the octagonal tea table into his arms, from killing people to saving people, the whole action was completed in an instant, in one go.

After saving Han Wei, Han Feng was still angry, and rushed towards the black-clothed crowd with Han Wei in his arms.

In an instant, the flesh and blood of the house were scattered, and Han Feng continued to harvest the lives of the man in black like harvesting straw.

And these black-clothed people saw that Han Feng was so brave, covered in blood, and looked like a demon god in hell had descended, which made them feel completely frightened, and they hurriedly broke through the windows and fled one by one.

Seeing these black-clothed people fleeing through the windows one by one, Han Feng was about to rush out of the door, but he felt a sigh in his arms.

Han Feng couldn't help but be stunned, only to find out that he was still holding Han Wei in rags.

Han Wei's face was close to Han Feng, her chest was completely close together, and she could still feel the soft touch through the thin, tattered clothes, and a faint fragrance of a girl came to the tip of her nose.

"Brother Feng, I'm fine, can you let me down?" Han Wei's big eyes were full of shame, she felt that something seemed to be between her legs, as if she remembered something, her delicate body trembled slightly, her cheeks were red, and when her eyes met, she closed her eyes in a panic.

"The situation was urgent just now, Sister Han Wei shouldn't be surprised!" Han Feng couldn't help scratching the back of his head, and explained with some embarrassment, after all, Han Wei was his sister, how could he have such a dirty idea.

After Han Feng gently put Han Wei down, he picked up a long sword on the ground, handed it to Han Wei, and said in a deep voice: "Sister Han Wei, these people in black are not very high in cultivation, let's go out quickly, don't let them run away." ”

As soon as Han Feng finished speaking, his figure flashed, and the person had already arrived outside the door.

The two dozen or so black-clothed people outside the door saw Han Feng chasing him out, and hurriedly shouted.

"Brothers, let's get out of here! This kid is not a man, he's a devil!"

Suddenly, the remaining twenty or so black-clothed people scattered in a hurry, fleeing frantically in different directions.

"I still want to run! If you have the intention to kill, you have to be ready to be killed!" Han Feng was expressionless, looking coldly at the black-clothed man who was fleeing in all directions, and muttered in his mouth.

As soon as the words fell, Han Feng quickly raised his sword, and his body was extremely chic and quickly chased after the two black-clothed men who ran farthest, and the sword in his hand instantly released two white physical sword qi towards the two black-clothed men who were fleeing quickly and were the farthest away.

"Ahh

Suddenly, screams rang out, and the two black-clothed men who fled the farthest had an extra big hole in their backs, and Qi Qi was shot by the sword qi and fell straight down, already becoming a cold corpse that couldn't speak.

After killing the two men in black, Han Feng did not stop, his body continued to chase the remaining men in black who were fleeing in all directions like a ghost, and Han Wei, who was extremely angry, also raised his sword to join the chase at this time.

A moment later, the fleeing men in black were all slaughtered by the combined pursuit of the two of them.

Han Feng's eyes were slightly red, and he looked around indifferently, and found that there were no living people except corpses everywhere.

There was silence all around!

After a moment of bloody killing, Han Feng did not feel the slightest guilt because of this! On the contrary, there was a kind of comfort of spiritual protection, and the salvation of the conscience of heaven and earth.

This weird feeling is really indescribable!

"Sister Han Wei, let's rush back to the ancestral hall!"

Han Feng shouted softly at Han Wei, who was panting beside him, and once again used his technique, rushing towards the ancestral hall like a ghost.

In front of the ancestral hall of the Han family, it had become a Shura hell at this time, and it was completely plunged into incomparable blood and chaos.

The sound of weapons colliding with each other, shouting and killing, screaming, groaning, scolding, and shouting has become a unique symphony.

All the clansmen of the Han family were close to the altar at this time, as if they were completely surrounded by the black-clothed people.

And these black-clothed people seem to be completely different from those in black on the periphery, each black-clothed person exudes a murderous aura, with an indifferent expression, looking at death as home, and using a sword is spicy and ruthless, it is simply a living killing machine.

Not far from the ancestral hall of the Han family, the man in black led by the other side was picking the five elders of the Han family alone, although it was one against five, this man in black was able to firmly gain the upper hand.

"Kill them all!" The voice of the man in black led by him without the slightest emotion sounded in the bloody sky again.

Hearing this, the hundreds of black-clothed people were once again like ghosts of hell, and they frantically rushed towards the guards guarding the Han family on the periphery!

"Tragic!"

Only the word tragic can describe the scene that erupts when the two sides come into contact in an instant.

No matter how fierce the guards and clansmen of the Han family are, they are always just normal people, and they can't be compared with these indifferent people in black who are not afraid of life and death. Even though it had a great advantage in numbers, it still became a tendency to be slaughtered, and just by a moment's contact, countless Han family guards fell with swords one after another.

The ancestor Han Xiong, who was fighting with Han Xian on the altar, looked at the young and energetic life below like this, and his heart was as sad as a drop of blood, and he had nothing to do except let out a burst of roars.

"Han Xian, son of a, brute, today I will kill you even if I fight for this old life, otherwise it will be difficult to eliminate the hatred in my heart!" Han Xiong shouted angrily.

As soon as the words fell, Han Xiong waved his palm again and rushed towards Han Xian frantically, completely defenseless, it was simply a life-threatening style of play.

Han Xian suddenly seemed to be in a hurry under Han Xiong's fierce attack, originally his strength was one price lower than Han Xiong, coupled with Han Xiong's fighting style that was not afraid of life and death, Han Xian was suddenly in danger, and his heart was anxious.

"Brother Wu, don't play with those old immortals, get rid of them quickly! I can't stand it here!" Han Xian hurriedly shouted at the man in black who was the leader in a panic.

"Brother Han, you resist for a while, these old immortals are quite difficult, and I have no better way to deal with them in a short period of time. The man in black replied in an equally hurried and anxious tone.

Han Yu, who was in front of the ancestral hall, was also covered in blood at this time, her hair was unkempt, and she was being frantically besieged by more than a dozen black-clothed people, and she was in danger.

On the ground under Han Yu's feet, there were already more than a dozen stiff corpses of black-clothed people lying on the ground at this time.

Just when Han Yu was crumbling and feeling desperate, a white figure appeared strangely beside her, holding her gently by the waist. And the dozen or so black-clothed men who were besieging Han Yu let out a miserable scream in unison, and there was a finger-sized blood hole in the center of their eyebrows, and they fell to the ground and died at the same time.

"Sister, are you okay!" Han Yu heard such a kind voice in a trance, and couldn't help but look back, only to find that it was her younger brother Han Feng who was holding her at this time.

"Brother, sister is fine, just a little bit out of strength, just rest for a while!" Han Yu's face turned pale and replied softly